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Chapter 25
She grabbed his hand, pulling him out of his seat. "Have you seen the whole house, then? It's not very big…"
He nodded, his mind very far away from thoughts about her house, of all things. His eyes were full of memories and desires that would have made Hermione blush, if she had been looking.
Instead, she was leading him further back into the house. The two entered a small bedroom.
The room was painted a sensible (not boring, sensible) cream color. There were various pictures hung on the walls, only one or two of which moved. The moving pictures were, of course, of her and her friends at Hogwarts, and several small Gryffindor flags and knick-knacks were up here and there as well.
Draco made a face. "Yeah, I figured this was your room; blaringly obvious."
She smiled. "Yep. I had to put up with your house before; now you're in my muggle-meets-magic home."
Before she could say another word, however, she found herself pinned against the wall, with Draco pressed along the length of her body. His lips pressed into hers in a hungry sort of way; fast, frantic, and rough.
Her body tingled in excitement. She was quite the instigator this time. Having Draco in her room seemed so surreal, so unbelievable a picture…and she liked that.
She grabbed the belt loops on his waist, pulling him in so he was pressed to her as tightly as possible.
His breath was hot as the two pulled away, panting from their long kiss. He dug his hands in her hair and kissed her again, running his warm tongue over hers.
His hands traveled down to her sides, then slid lower and over her hips. He reached around behind her and, grabbing onto her butt, pulled her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, getting the hint.
This pushed him harder to her, and he let out a small noise like a growl. Hermione felt him hard and large pressed against her, and she wished he didn't have those damn ugly jeans on now.
He pulled her away from the wall and dropped the both of them onto her bed heavily, pushing against her urgently.
"Draco…" She said into his mouth.
He quickly pulled off his shirt and returned to her mouth. He moved to whisper in her ear in a voice laced with sex, "What do you want me to do?"
She blushed furiously. She couldn't play quite like that; she was embarrassed at the answers that came to mind. She was new at all this!
Draco chuckled. "Nevermind. We'll just have to do this again and again until I figure out what you like."
Hermione's face felt like it was on fire. Him talking about all this made her more embarrassed than actually doing it. But at the same time…that evil grin he wore when he talked was very sexy…
"Just shut up." She said, and caught his mouth as he laughed.
She reached up and ran her hands over his chest. His skin was smooth and soft…
She suddenly realized she wanted to be on top of him, to look down and touch and kiss him, so she made a movement to flip them. But Draco would have none of it.
He grinned into their kiss and said "Not yet."
He pulled at the hem of her shirt, pulling it off along with her bra.
He moved down, meeting Hermione's eyes as he flicked out his tongue along the tip of her tit. She blushed and gasped, closing her eyes. He moved up and touched her face.
"Open your eyes…I like making you blush…" He said in a low voice.
She did as he asked, the blushing included, as he continued to kiss and bite gently on her breasts. He kissed down her soft stomach, undoing the button and zipper of her jeans. He peeled the tight pants and panties off of her in the quickest movement possible, then kissed along her collarbone, pressing against her naked form.
She loved the feel of his skin on hers, moving over her. His chest brushed against the stiff tips of her breasts and she shivered. She felt warm and wet. She needed him inside her, filling her up.
But he just continued to kiss her, moving down once again.
"Please…Draco…"
He moved his eyes up to meet hers, laughter playing in them.
His hands danced along her body, caressing her, and moved down her legs on either side of him. His next move made Hermione gasp in surprise. His tongue moved over her, touching her in places that made her moan. She felt something building in her, and squirmed at his attentions. He continued to use his tongue to move and lick, and sucked gently on a particular place that had Hermione crying out.
He wiped his mouth on his arm as he stood up, taking off his jeans. As he moved back on top of her, however, she pushed back on his chest, putting him on his back on the bed.
He laughed. "You're determined to have the upper hand, then?"
She moved on top of him, biting and sucking on his neck.
She moved so he slid into her slickly from her wetness. She moaned and sat up straight on top of him.
It felt deeper this way. Like there was more…
She began to set a pace, moving forward and back. Draco moved underneath her, holding her hips.
Hermione moved faster and faster, feeling him touch her deep again and again. She gasped a moaned, which was almost too much for Draco. He watched her with a kind of fascination as her hair bounced forward and back with her body. He could feel himself coming close, and closed his eyes in an effort to hold out.
She finally felt the pressure break and let out a loud cry.
He groaned, and in a quick and rough movement flipped the two of them over. Now on top, Draco pounded into her hard and fast. He finally pressed forward as deep as he could, gasping for air as he came inside her.
After a moments pause he pulled out and dropped down by her side, breathing hard.
He turned to her and raised his eyebrows. "Not going to pick a fight again now like last time, are you?"
Breathless, she shook her head. "I wouldn't want to spoil the chance of that happening again."